New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-06-15
From George ID GJgtna Green.

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e A pondepous step sounded il the
narrow hallway and a succession of
laundering knocks made my door rattle
on its hinges. Irecognized that heavy
step, so like the tread of an enrag ed
elephant and. wondered what under
heaven had brought Major Philpet to
my humble lodgings. Before could
answer the raps,. the. door was burst
violently open, disclosing the colossal
figure of the choleric major, who evil
IDENTIFY in towering rage, stalked
across the floor, and seated himself in
the only safe chair the place afforded.
Tn far from being a rich man, you
understand,
'Hope l see you well" I began po-
litely, scarcely knowing just how to
take him, for his uncertain temper
was a subject for comment by all who
knew or had ever heard of him.
Hope you de- sir; yes, sir, roared
be, bringing his cane down on the
floor with bang. YOU'RE old George
Green, ain t you?''
Il am George Green, at your SER
vice, sir, said I, smothering my in
dlgnation at his brusque manner, land,
as to my age
ITO the devil with your age, MANI
interrupted the major with a grunt.
'Who the duce cares how old you are?
Keep that as q choice morsel for tea
drinking women. I come to see you
to-day because [ have heard about you,
and I am told you are the very man I
want to do business with
You do me proud!' said I, as the
major paused for want of breath.
"Shall be happy, to serve you in my
small way, if
'Lord save usr' calculated the ma
ior, growing alarmingly red in the face
In his efforts to make himself heard the
full length OF the block. ''Why on
earth don't you keep still and let me
speak? Only one man may talk when
I'm around, and I'm that man! Dye
hear that?"
Anybody can hear you that chooses
to listen, if he isn't as deaf as door
post!''
The major is a rich man and am
not, but there the difference in favor of
the major ends; and perhaps nobody
ever had talked to him like this before.
Any way, he Gained trife.
I'm told you are a detective" he
growled, in deep bass that had all
the effect of pentup thunder in my lit
tie room.
II ann ~-s';s,-,
l fattered myself that if, as they say
it is, ''brevity is the soul of wit, 2 my
reply must absolutely have had a par
alyzing effect on the doughty major.
But nothing of the sort. On the CON
trary, he actually seemed to be pleas
ed, [ had said SO little.
Il IL tell you what it is, Green,'' he
broke out presently. in a stentorian
tone, Il am in a dreadful fix, and I
want your help, Underestimate
Perfectly
There's my daughter. You've
heard OF my daughter haven't you?'
''Often, =
"And she's got no end Of beaux and
such like folde-rols They all swe ar.
by the crook of her little finger that
she's the one object OF the world worth
having. =
''To be sure =
..And what with the fifty thousand
dollors that her grandmother left her
Fifty thousand gold dollars! think Of
It'll don't feel inclined to dispute the.
point. By ardent young men, ladies
with fifty thousand dollar bank accounts
are objects to be desired, and my Ara
bella seems to be no exception. But.
sir, s and the irate father brought his
mighty list down with a Resembling
whack on his ponderous leg that
threatened to split the broadclofh, and
rising to his full height. he fairly bel
lowed, IF my daughter Arabela's
Judgment is blinded by the little god
called Cupid, Arabella's dad, sir, is up
and coming, and feels himself able to
cope with a thousand fortune hunting
lovers; let them come singly or in pairs
OR in battalions, even!' I
I've no doubt about that as the
major paused to gather in a little wind,
and glared Wickeily from the corner
Of his one eye; .sand, if understand it,
you want my assistance in outwitting
the rascals. s
That's the very thing!' roared he,
IN tone that made the windows rat
tie. That's just it, exactly! You've
hit the nail slap on the head! It's this
way: My Arabella has actually lost
her senses, and gone head over heels
in love with young Pillkins-know
him?'
Intimately. =
4 Poorer than church mouse. proud
er than Lucifer, and 3 demned demo-
crat in politics! BY the Lord Harry!
Arabella needn't think for minute
that she can foist young Pillkins On
her old dad as his son-in-law. No,
Stree. I hate his poverty. hate his